From his hiding spot in the shadows of the hallway, Van Leon watched the dramatic scene unfold. His initial smirk had vanished, replaced by a look of intense, analytical concentration. He wasn't just observing Eryndor's physical strength; he was dissecting the vibrant, chaotic mana he had sensed.
" An ordinary with a radiant purple and blue aura?" he mused, the questions swirling in his mind like a tempest. "A person with a mana core that strong would have been an Acranum from birth, but he looks ordinary, and if he knows how powerful he his why is he still in class D. So how did he get it? Where did it come from? When did this change happen? Did he find himself a new, powerful acquaintance, or is it some kind of forgotten ancient magic?" He held these questions, his gaze fixed on Eryndor.
